I understand that it is not normal to feel the way I do. I can’t help it. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It has this sort of calming effect on me that nothing else has ever had. Just the sight of it makes my smile. It fills me with a certain type of happiness that I have not felt in a long time, if ever. To feel it, or to touch, it is like a hidden fantasy that fills me with unknown curiosity, and when I accomplish it, I feel as if the world is mine. There is something that bugs me often though. Are there others that feel the same? Or am I the only one?
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